Incomplete Depth

June also understood that elders loved to talk and this was the perfect time to get some more information about the history of this place known as 'Oma Hills Region' when every one was as comfortable as they could get at this moment.

But, upon hearing June's proposal, almost all of them instantly became alert and then everyone instinctively turned their heads in the direction of the oldest guy present at the location.

The village head elder Hason Soma sighed a little and then with a smile he looked towards the curious young man with strange hair color sitting in front of him, and his natural instincts of an elderly senior person slowly kicked in but there was something strange in the atmosphere that June could sense but he could not exactly put his finger on it.

But still looking at his reaction, June also smiled a little and also started to look forward to the interesting tale that this head elder could have, about the history of this small Soma Village present in these Oma Hills.

The head elder then took a deep breath and his head instinctively turned a little in the face of those tallest of mountains which were standing in the northern direction with a white layer of snow covering their high altitude and their peaks touching the clouds over them.

Then the head elder kept his remaining portion of the smooth flavored grilled fish at the side and looked at the June directly in the eyes.

With his sharp senses, June could sense a strong change in the whole body language of this old fellow.

Then the old fellow finally began to speak in a totally different tone.

"Although this is a very old legend, but every woman, man and child living in these five villages of Oma region can never forget about it."

After hearing the first line June instantly felt another change in atmosphere. There was a strange sense of belief that was present in the head elder's eyes, like the suddenly surfacing hidden waves that could never leave the ocean no matter how peaceful it gets.

"

Many years, forgotten centuries

Been long since they closed its entries

But no matter how old the mountain could get

Still the ice on it would never forget

The story that the oldest of the trees tell

This earth and its children shall not forget

The moment when our 'White Heavens' fell.

"

After saying these seven lines, the head elder stopped speaking for some time. And within that moment June had realized one important thing.

Once the depth of emotions and intellect in any old folk story increases beyond a certain level, it starts to shorten up and starts to take the form of some kind of poem or a song. But this was most certainly not a song, by looking at the tone and expression of the elder.

After some time, the head elder Hason Soma continued.

"

Far beyond the mountains, right there a city stood

With its beauty unmatched, but try if still someone would

The gift of the ocean given to sky, might match it if it could

Like a white cloud floating free, giving shade to his mother like it should

Touched only by the peak of the tallest mountain, as everyone understood

Right beyond these old mountains, our 'White Heavens' stood.

"

There was another gap when the head elder had finished speaking the last line, and in between this gap, June could not help but look at the direction of the other three people and the expression of nostalgia that completely covered the surface of their faces.

Then the head elder continued to speak again.

"

Until one day that rain of fire, slowly came out of its black shell,

Looking like the red tears of blood, directly from the eyes of sky it fell

From where did it came? The whole world saw it, but still no one could tell

And the White Heavens slowly turned red, directly fell into becoming hell

And now what's left is a place where only demons roam, and those devils dwell

"

After the third part of this poem ended a long silence followed the moment and all five of the people sitting around the fire could hear each other's breathing, but still no one interrupted.

When June saw that the head elder was once again moving his hands to pick up his plate with the remaining grilled fish that he had kept on the ground before starting the poem, he looked straight towards the eyes of the Soma village's head elder which looked a bit older right now and said slowly

"This poem is incomplete isn't it."